This fic is dedicated to Sailor Ronin Usa-chan and D-chan.
I would like to remind everyone that this is for laughs, but "at the root of jest is often found truth."
I would like to remind everyone that this is for laughs, but "at the root of jest is often found truth."
I would like to remind everyone that this is for laughs, but "at the root of jest is often found truth."
I would like to remind everyone that this is for laughs, but "at the root of jest is often found truth."
READ THIS!!!
Fic's Purpose:
First of all, this fic is not meant to insult Usagi. I myself am a fan of Usagi-based fics; it is pretty much all I
write. However, I have noticed an incredible number of cliches and OOC-ness within such fics in the HP/SM genre.
I realize I am probably guilty of using some of them myself.
This fic...
It is an attempt at alerting authors within this category to the existing cliches and OOCness,
in the hopes that they will steer clear in their own writings. It is a slapstick attempt at making fun of OOCness and
use of cliches in the Harry Potter/ Sailor Moon crossover fic genre. No I do not hate Usagi. Yes, I am probably guilty
of some of these cliches/ OOC instances myself.
However, I and a select few other authors are trying to improve our works, and hope that the outside majority will
take note and do the same.
I do not own Harry Potter or Sailor Moon.
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OOC: Harry Potter Style!
Part 2
By August Sere
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Usagi woke up a few hours later and found herself in front of an extremely large castle. Figuring walking toward the
castle would be better than entering the extremely dark forest behind her, she approached a set of large doors at the
castle front, assuming they were an entrance. She contemplated for a moment, then began to hit the doors roughly using
both fists.
Suddenly the doors burst open, and Usagi fell forward, into the arms of a somewhat tall boy who looked to be around
her age. Reacting on instinct, she began wailing, intending to signify her emotional duress. The boy looked her over,
and intentionally ignoring her crying, decided that she was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen, and based
on looks alone, he'd fallen in love with her.
"Don't cry, Angel/Tenshi/Goddess!"
Usagi sniffled. Up until this point, she'd been speaking entirely Japanese, and had little to no proficiency in English
whatsoever. However, finding herself at this school where people apparently spoke English gave her sudden and complete
mastery of the language for no apparent reason other than convenience. So...
"Who are you?" she said, looking up at the incredibly handsome boy-who-had-randomly-and-instantly-fallen-in-love-with-her-
based-on-looks-alone; who was also known, more plausibly, as The-Boy-Who-Lived.
"I am Harry, Harry Potter. Who are you, Angel/Tenshi/Goddess?"
"Why do you keep calling me that?"
"Well you see, based on your physical beauty and assumed perfection in other areas, I was compelled to derive a nickname
for you; one which somewhat exaggerates your natural physical beauty."
"Oh. Okay. Uh, anyways, I'm Usagi."
"Usagi- what language is that?"
"Japanese."
"Oh, brilliant! Now, it's up to you, but for romantic convenience, either I or Malfoy can suddenly have complete
knowledge and mastery of that language."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"You seem confused... I will deny saying this later on, but just say "Malfoy." It's better for romantic tension."
"Uh, Malfoy."
"Great! Now, follow me into the Great Hall, where you can either run crying to Dumbledore, ask to be sorted, or become a
teacher!!"
"Do you normally act like this??" Usagi raised an eyebrow.
"No! I'm out of character; your beauty has driven me to it!"
"Whatever. Let's just go in." And so the blonde followed the boy-who-had-randomly-and-instantly-fallen-in-love-with-her-
based-on-looks-alone, also known as The-Boy-Who-Lived, into the Great Hall.
As they entered, it was by default that several other boys fell in love with her upon sight. These boys included Ron
Weasley and Draco Malfoy, and the group of said boys, including Harry Potter, will now be referred to as
"the boys-who-randomly-and-instantly-fell-in-love-with-Usagi-based-on-looks-alone." Something they did by default, of
course.
The group looked on jealously as Harry led her to the Professors' Table at the front of the great hall, where Dumbledore
looked at her, and Usagi began crying.
"Dumbledore! They *sniff* were *sniff* mean to MEEEEE!"
"There there, girl-whom-I-don't-really-know-and-by-all-rights-shouldn't-know-my-name," he said, patting her on the back.
"Who are you, anyway?"
"I'm... a transfer student. Usagi Tsukino."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Well, we don't normally take those, much less in the middle of the year, but we'll accept
you, for no apparent reason. Accio sorting hat!"
A few moments later, the sorting hat flew into Professor McGonagall's hands. The Headmistress stood up, walked to Usagi,
and placed it on the girl's head. Instantly the hat began speaking to Usagi.
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Conversation in Usagi's head (One of the Many)...
"It is an honor to meet you; where to sort you, princess?"
"You can talk?? Wicked!"
"Yes, I can talk. Now, normally I'd say you belong in Hufflepuff, based on your loyalty to friends, but, since you
are the moon princess, I'll lie and say you have characteristics of all of the houses."
"Meaning?"
"Well, you could go anywhere, but I'd reccomend Gryffindor or Slytherin, as they have the most romantic- Well, suffice
to say, it's for convenience."
"..."
"Oh well, I guess I'll place you in..."
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"GRYFFINDOR!!" yelled the hat, and immediately one of the tables- which Usagi assumed to be the "Gryffindor" table, whatever
that meant- burst into acceptance cheers such as had not been seen since the sorting of Harry Potter himself. She walked
over to the table and sat down gracefully. She breathed gracefully, tilted her head gracefully, and looked at the people
around her, gracefully. And of course, more boys than were necessary admired her beauty... and grace.
Draco looked on jealously. Why did his angel have to be sorted into Gryffindor?! Wait...
what was he thinking?! God, he needed a good glass of mead... 'I must be on drugs to think
something like that,' he thought to himself, grimacing.
'But I can't help but love her. She's so beautiful; I won't let Potter have her!!' Suddenly
Draco realized what he was thinking.
"What the bloody hell is wrong with me?!"
Realizing that he had not only said this outloud, but had shouted it in a Great Hall full
of students and teachers, Draco had the good decency to blush... slightly. With his
head held high, he walked over to the Gryffindor table, dropped a pink letter in front
of Usagi that he'd scribbled to her unconciously (driven by her beauty), and walked out of
the Great Hall. God he needed a drink.
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Now, please write a review. If you want to flame me for whatever reason, please do so.
If you want to write a "XD" or "ROTFLMAO" or whatever, go ahead.
If you want to write something else, be my guest.
Please refrain from writing nothing, however. If you write nothing, I may either run away, or go through some ultimate
transformation which will enable me to beat you down.
No, I am not Usagi.
I am August Sere.
Ja ne!!
I would like to remind everyone that this is for laughs, but "at the root of jest is often found truth."
I would like to remind everyone that this is for laughs, but "at the root of jest is often found truth."
I would like to remind everyone that this is for laughs, but "at the root of jest is often found truth."
I would like to remind everyone that this is for laughs, but "at the root of jest is often found truth."
READ THIS!!!
Fic's Purpose:
First of all, this fic is not meant to insult Usagi. I myself am a fan of Usagi-based fics; it is pretty much all I
write. However, I have noticed an incredible number of cliches and OOC-ness within such fics in the HP/SM genre.
I realize I am probably guilty of using some of them myself.
This fic...
It is an attempt at alerting authors within this category to the existing cliches and OOCness,
in the hopes that they will steer clear in their own writings. It is a slapstick attempt at making fun of OOCness and
use of cliches in the Harry Potter/ Sailor Moon crossover fic genre. No I do not hate Usagi. Yes, I am probably guilty
of some of these cliches/ OOC instances myself.
However, I and a select few other authors are trying to improve our works, and hope that the outside majority will
take note and do the same.
I do not own Harry Potter or Sailor Moon.
______________________
OOC: Harry Potter Style!
Part 2
By August Sere
______________________
Usagi woke up a few hours later and found herself in front of an extremely large castle. Figuring walking toward the
castle would be better than entering the extremely dark forest behind her, she approached a set of large doors at the
castle front, assuming they were an entrance. She contemplated for a moment, then began to hit the doors roughly using
both fists.
Suddenly the doors burst open, and Usagi fell forward, into the arms of a somewhat tall boy who looked to be around
her age. Reacting on instinct, she began wailing, intending to signify her emotional duress. The boy looked her over,
and intentionally ignoring her crying, decided that she was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen, and based
on looks alone, he'd fallen in love with her.
"Don't cry, Angel/Tenshi/Goddess!"
Usagi sniffled. Up until this point, she'd been speaking entirely Japanese, and had little to no proficiency in English
whatsoever. However, finding herself at this school where people apparently spoke English gave her sudden and complete
mastery of the language for no apparent reason other than convenience. So...
"Who are you?" she said, looking up at the incredibly handsome boy-who-had-randomly-and-instantly-fallen-in-love-with-her-
based-on-looks-alone; who was also known, more plausibly, as The-Boy-Who-Lived.
"I am Harry, Harry Potter. Who are you, Angel/Tenshi/Goddess?"
"Why do you keep calling me that?"
"Well you see, based on your physical beauty and assumed perfection in other areas, I was compelled to derive a nickname
for you; one which somewhat exaggerates your natural physical beauty."
"Oh. Okay. Uh, anyways, I'm Usagi."
"Usagi- what language is that?"
"Japanese."
"Oh, brilliant! Now, it's up to you, but for romantic convenience, either I or Malfoy can suddenly have complete
knowledge and mastery of that language."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"You seem confused... I will deny saying this later on, but just say "Malfoy." It's better for romantic tension."
"Uh, Malfoy."
"Great! Now, follow me into the Great Hall, where you can either run crying to Dumbledore, ask to be sorted, or become a
teacher!!"
"Do you normally act like this??" Usagi raised an eyebrow.
"No! I'm out of character; your beauty has driven me to it!"
"Whatever. Let's just go in." And so the blonde followed the boy-who-had-randomly-and-instantly-fallen-in-love-with-her-
based-on-looks-alone, also known as The-Boy-Who-Lived, into the Great Hall.
As they entered, it was by default that several other boys fell in love with her upon sight. These boys included Ron
Weasley and Draco Malfoy, and the group of said boys, including Harry Potter, will now be referred to as
"the boys-who-randomly-and-instantly-fell-in-love-with-Usagi-based-on-looks-alone." Something they did by default, of
course.
The group looked on jealously as Harry led her to the Professors' Table at the front of the great hall, where Dumbledore
looked at her, and Usagi began crying.
"Dumbledore! They *sniff* were *sniff* mean to MEEEEE!"
"There there, girl-whom-I-don't-really-know-and-by-all-rights-shouldn't-know-my-name," he said, patting her on the back.
"Who are you, anyway?"
"I'm... a transfer student. Usagi Tsukino."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Well, we don't normally take those, much less in the middle of the year, but we'll accept
you, for no apparent reason. Accio sorting hat!"
A few moments later, the sorting hat flew into Professor McGonagall's hands. The Headmistress stood up, walked to Usagi,
and placed it on the girl's head. Instantly the hat began speaking to Usagi.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Conversation in Usagi's head (One of the Many)...
"It is an honor to meet you; where to sort you, princess?"
"You can talk?? Wicked!"
"Yes, I can talk. Now, normally I'd say you belong in Hufflepuff, based on your loyalty to friends, but, since you
are the moon princess, I'll lie and say you have characteristics of all of the houses."
"Meaning?"
"Well, you could go anywhere, but I'd reccomend Gryffindor or Slytherin, as they have the most romantic- Well, suffice
to say, it's for convenience."
"..."
"Oh well, I guess I'll place you in..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"GRYFFINDOR!!" yelled the hat, and immediately one of the tables- which Usagi assumed to be the "Gryffindor" table, whatever
that meant- burst into acceptance cheers such as had not been seen since the sorting of Harry Potter himself. She walked
over to the table and sat down gracefully. She breathed gracefully, tilted her head gracefully, and looked at the people
around her, gracefully. And of course, more boys than were necessary admired her beauty... and grace.
Draco looked on jealously. Why did his angel have to be sorted into Gryffindor?! Wait...
what was he thinking?! God, he needed a good glass of mead... 'I must be on drugs to think
something like that,' he thought to himself, grimacing.
'But I can't help but love her. She's so beautiful; I won't let Potter have her!!' Suddenly
Draco realized what he was thinking.
"What the bloody hell is wrong with me?!"
Realizing that he had not only said this outloud, but had shouted it in a Great Hall full
of students and teachers, Draco had the good decency to blush... slightly. With his
head held high, he walked over to the Gryffindor table, dropped a pink letter in front
of Usagi that he'd scribbled to her unconciously (driven by her beauty), and walked out of
the Great Hall. God he needed a drink.
--------------------------
Now, please write a review. If you want to flame me for whatever reason, please do so.
If you want to write a "XD" or "ROTFLMAO" or whatever, go ahead.
If you want to write something else, be my guest.
Please refrain from writing nothing, however. If you write nothing, I may either run away, or go through some ultimate
transformation which will enable me to beat you down.
No, I am not Usagi.
I am August Sere.
Ja ne!!